Er, my programs are closing when I open them, so I'm afraid I'm gonna have to just post this here to save it. It's just a pseudo-intro right now; I'll finish it by the end of my night.
The day was temperate, just like any other afternoon in Pallet. The clouds drifted by lazily, seemingly apathetic to the events below. The town's folk, after working the day away to clean up after a wild Arcanine attack, retreated to their homes to enjoy the rest of their day. However, while the majority of minds drifted to something more domestic, one of them refused to, despite his friend's prompting.
"Are you sure you don't want to start with something easier? Like I dunno, a Caterpie? A Pidgey, you'd like a Pidgey. They can fly, and after a while they evolve into a Pidgeotto, and then a Pidgeot. Come on, that's cool. Can that Arcanine of yours fly or evolve into a Pidgeot?"
"I couldn't tell you, I haven't fought him yet. Wouldn't think so though," Uaine laughed. He looked up, making eye contact with Alynia. He bit his lip and turned away quickly but subtly, feeling his friend's concern tear at his confidence. "Look, even if I do come across some problems, remember, running away's this guy's specialty," he said, trying to sound as dauntless as possible despite his own doubts. Alynia and Uaine looked toward the lone Pokeball that waited on the night-table.
“Uaine, I know why you want to do it. I can kind of understand why you think you can, but you need to realize your limits.” She picked up the Pokeball, and hit the release button, sending out the white light that materialized into the shape Uaine’s Abra. “He’s only level five. The Arcanine you’re looking for is at least in its thirties, maybe forties. You’re smart, but no one’s that good.” Uaine frowned, and sat back down on the bed. Alynia parted her lips again to speak, but paused. “Unless they had help.”
Euaine's eyes lit up instantly. “Is that an offer?”
“Only because I don’t want you hurt,” Alynia continued, rolling her eyes. Uaine grinned, and took the Pokeball back from her.
"Help's help, reluctant or not," Uaine mused. Alynia ignored him and walked to her desk, booting up the PC as she sat down.
"I don't have any Pokemon that can take on an Arcanine." Alynia said slowly, motioning to her own Pokeball, which shook at the gesture in what could either have been fright or anticipation. "What I can do though is stay back here and look up anything you need. Weak points, strategies, movesets, anything to take that furry little *pest* down."
Euaine smiled, and called back his Abra, which had began absent-mindedly ripping pages out of books. "I really appreciate the offer. And I'm gonna take you up on that. You didn't have to censor yourself there though," he said, laughing. Smiling weakly, Alynia shook her head, and opened the Pokedex icon on her desktop.
"Alright, we already know a bit about this Pokemon. It's a fire type, and extremely fast. It evolved from Growlithe with a Fire Stone, and it usually lives in plains and valleys, which means it probably only uses its fire attacks when it absolutely has to, so there's something up with the one that came to our town. Arcanine is resistant, but not impervious to fire attacks." She bit her lip, scrolling farther down the page. "I don't really see anything else we didn't know, or that would be helpful."
"I guess that's the cue to play it by ear then." Uaine took out his Pokegear, and slid it in place behind his ear. Alynia sighed, and turned on her computer's mic.
"Can you hear me?" She said, pulling up the window on the screen to the adjustments.
"Yeah, but there's a lot of white noise. It's not that bad, but I'm gonna be out two kilometers, so I won't be able to hear you out there," Uaine said back to her, going behind her chair to see the screen. "Set it to long-distance chat."
Alynia nodded, and set the mic's values. She leaned back in her chair, looking toward the screen, and then to Uaine.
"You're really gonna do this? I'm not gonna think any less of you if you don't. I think I might even admire your common sense."
Uaine laughed, and tapped his mic.
"Really, if it was common sense you admired, you wouldn't have agreed to help me do it."
Uaine felt around his waist, finally feeling the Pokeball on his side. Well, I guess it's time to see what you can do.
Uaine took one last look around the room. He wasn't trying to be overly-dramatic; he hoped, rather knew
he would see it by the end of the day. He looked over at Alynia, who had begun her dizzying trek through her book case for any bit of information that might help him. Uaine grinned slightly as she walked past him annoyed, grabbing her glue stick to mend the pages his Abra had torn. He shook his head, keeping his mind to purely platonic thoughts.
They knew each other for years; they were each others' 'kid-next-door,' but tension was tension, despite Uaine's best attempts at ignorance of it. Alynia was only an inch shorter than he was, but had light brown hair, contrasting with his natural green. Her eyes were strangely the same shade of purple as his, though no one else in the town shared that uniqueness. While Alynia was a few months older than Uaine, her being born in February and he in August of the same year, the town's Pokemon authority had decided to grant them their Pokemon on the same day; prompting their parents to celebrate both birthdays simultaneously. Alynia, as it was truly her birthday when the professor distributed the Pokemon, chose first, picking a modest Ghastly for her first Pokemon, leaving Uaine with his Abra, which he admitted (after five minutes of complaining that she got to pick first) he would have picked anyways.
That was a week ago, and the day that the two of them were to start their journey together, or at least Uaine hoped to convince her too. However, as the ceremony to certify them began, the Arcanine bounded from Northern route, and set nearly everything ablaze. Uaine's father banded with the house owners at the beginning of the street, and were able to successfully drive off the wild Arcanine before it reached any of the Pallet citizens' homes. While no one was hurt, the ceremony was halted, and wasn't rescheduled until the following month so damages to the ceremony's surrounding buildings could be dealt with, though Alynia's parents omitted her name from the ceremony's adventurer list in fear of her safety after the Arcanine attack.
Uaine sighed, bringing himself back to the present. It wasn't a guarantee that Alynia's parents would let her go if they knew Arcanine was caught and would be on her side. But it was the closest thing Uaine could think of, and the possibility outweighed the risk.
"Alynia," Uaine nearly whispered. She turned her head and looked at him with her pair of their purple eyes. Uaine paused, then shook his head. "I'll call you when I get to Route 1."
She nodded, and turned back to her computer screen to open up her tracing program.
"Don't worry about it, I can track you on the map through your Pokegear. I'll get a hold of you."
Uaine smiled, but not at her words, but his hopes on the caring implications behind them.
His Abra seemed to have read his mind, and shook in its ball as Uaine stepped toward the door. The adventure starts here.